"I am not breaking up with Ciaran," Lachlan said, with force now. "He makes me feel good about myself. Do you know how- No one has ever made me feel good about myself before. Ever. I'm a fucking- I'm a waste. I'm a pathetic piece of shit, and me makes me feel like maybe I might not be sometimes."
"Lachlan-" Stephen started, feeling his chest tighten. "You aren't-"